I stare blankly at my wall, my phone pinging for the first time today. I look over and sigh. It's from Punz. Not surprising. I reach over, grabbing my phone.
Punz: Foolish please. We can talk this out, come on. I'm sorry
I click my phone off. He can't be sorry and expect me to just forgive him. It's not a small fix, he completely lied to me. I can't just randomly feel better and talk to him again. Another ping, though.
Punz: I know I fucked up but can you at least say something to me?
I ignore it again, because I can't. He hurt me a lot. That's not something I can just get over. Punz is my best friend and I care about him, but I'm not ready yet. Another ping.
Punz: Okay, you don't have to talk to me. But please, if it isn't Quackity..
That's when the first tear rolls down my cheek. I could still die, and if I don't talk to him, he'd never know. I can't bare ignoring him anymore.
Foolish: I'll come over tomorrow and we can talk this out. But leave me alone until then, please.
Punz: OkayI scan our messages, hoping he'd start typing. Part of me hopes he'll say more, but I know he won't. I told him to leave me alone. That's exactly what he'll do.
Foolish: Just okay?
Punz: You told me to leave you alone.
Punz: Did you mean it?
Foolish: ...
Punz: No?
Foolish: No, I did not mean itMy phone rings, and Punz's contact comes up. I answer but I don't speak. He doesn't either. We both just sit in silence, but we know the other is there.
"Have you ate anything?" Punz asks, voice hoarse and low.
"No." I whisper.
"Please go eat." He says, the same voice coming through the phone.
"You sound sick." I remark, not moving even though he told me to.
"What?" Same voice.
"Your voice."
"Oh. Don't worry about it."
"Punz." It comes out more demanding then I intended.
"I'm sorry."
"Did you smoke?"
The call went silent. All I could hear was Punz's breathing. I lifted my body and headed to the kitchen, staying silent the whole time. I knew Punz wasn't going to be the next to talk.
"Punz, did you smoke?"
"Yes."
The answer was short. However, the sting I felt in my hair wasn't. He broke two promises. Both were bad, but I don't have the energy to be upset about the smoking.
"See you tomorrow." I whisper, hanging up the phone.
I take a deep breath and search for something to eat. No matter how hard I try though, I can't stop thinking about Punz. He never smoked unless he was utterly upset with himself.
With himself, not anyone else. His voice was only ever hoarse right after a smoke too. That meant it had to have been today. Probably when I was ignoring him.
He never smoked because of me unless we had a huge argument. When we have huge arguments, he hates himself. That only left one option that broke my heart.
Punz hated himself for what he did, and I was nothing but upset.
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In 20 Days
AléatoireTW// swearing, ED, depression, smoking, mentions of death/suicide ••• Foolish is given 20 days to find his soulmate. He thinks it could be anyone. From his closest friend, Hbomb, to his worst enemy, Dream. If he doesn't complete it, he will die. Whe...